10-15-2018, 10:19 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4;"] ✠ Airin | Current Spirit Shape: Great Horned Owl | Currently Possessing: N/A |
The head of the owl turned slightly to and fro as it regarded two more newcomers. It seemed it's presence was starting to draw attention. At least it seemed to be neutral attention. The lynx was the next to speak, and the translucent avian slightly looked down as they did not recognize its name. "Oh, I see. I guess I can conclude I'm not from here, yes…" As Airin's voice spoke more, it became more clear that it did not exactly come from the owl, specifically. The voice seemed to resound within each person's head in the vicinity.
Airin straightened out a little more upon its branch. "Tanglewood… I do not recognize the name. I also don't know where, or what my destination is." The owl tilted its head. "Spirits? Like myself?" Airin extended a wing and bent it in front of itself, examining the light-blue translucent feathery appendage closely. "… Rather, I think I'm a spirit. I'm pretty sure I've died, but… I don't recall how, or why I'm still here, yes."
The gaze of the owl landed onto Delilah next. "Thank you. I think I like the name too, yes." Airin idly ruffled its wings again. "Are you certain I can? Like I've said before, I believe I'm a spirit, and it sounds like your group is having trouble with them, yes?"
The head of the owl turned slightly to and fro as it regarded two more newcomers. It seemed it's presence was starting to draw attention. At least it seemed to be neutral attention. The lynx was the next to speak, and the translucent avian slightly looked down as they did not recognize its name. "Oh, I see. I guess I can conclude I'm not from here, yes…" As Airin's voice spoke more, it became more clear that it did not exactly come from the owl, specifically. The voice seemed to resound within each person's head in the vicinity.
Airin straightened out a little more upon its branch. "Tanglewood… I do not recognize the name. I also don't know where, or what my destination is." The owl tilted its head. "Spirits? Like myself?" Airin extended a wing and bent it in front of itself, examining the light-blue translucent feathery appendage closely. "… Rather, I think I'm a spirit. I'm pretty sure I've died, but… I don't recall how, or why I'm still here, yes."
The gaze of the owl landed onto Delilah next. "Thank you. I think I like the name too, yes." Airin idly ruffled its wings again. "Are you certain I can? Like I've said before, I believe I'm a spirit, and it sounds like your group is having trouble with them, yes?"
[align=center][size=12pt]“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”